Clock Syndrome
Looking up and all around,
Searching for the digital numbers or moving hands.
We feel lost and out of place,
Until we confirm our time in space.
We think we have a sense of time,
But the fact is we don't.
We are either late and in a hurry
Or sometimes get things done a little too early.
There are either people that get stuck in the past
Or people that daydream of unrealistic futures.
The past thinkers always share antiquated stories.
The future thinkers are full of worries.
Looking up and all around,
Searching for the digital numbers or moving hands.
We feel lost and out of place,
Until we confirm our time in space.
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